An investigation of an Army General Officer by an ultra-secret team of women.
Excerpt
(from Chapter 29)
Around one that afternoon, they headed back to Haiti in the old truck with Vicky and Alex in the back. They were carrying Vicky’s crate of RFID padlocks. JF and Father Jean were in the front seat.
Alex was being her military self and pointed out an outcrop of rocks near the road just outside the town. It was visible on the Army map that she had in her hand and Alex said it was called Checkpoint Charlie. On the map, she pointed out another landmark on the north side of the city and said that one was Checkpoint Bravo.
Vicky had not paid much attention to this level of detail on the operation order during her previous trip. She concluded that in Alex’ eyes, this was part of her training. Alex pointed out how the two border crossing checkpoints were side by side in lieu of the normal double crossing configuration between most countries.
She queried Vicky as to why. She was pleased when Vicky responded that the local crossing police didn’t want to share their tip money. She knew that the Haitian guards expected more and since it was only paid on entry, the two countries had separated the guard posts to placate the guards.
Just before they crossed, Alex pulled out a Motorola secure radio which had a range of about two miles from her big bag and transmitted, “Sierra Delta four to Sierra Delta seven, op three two,”
The return call was immediate, “Wilco.”
Vicky recognized Sergeant Bull Porter’s voice and his response which meant – will comply’. Vicky couldn’t remember what the code meant but she told herself she needed to pay more attention in the future to the documents that Alex provided her to read.
The border crossing was uneventful; the guards seemed to know Father Jean quite well. About a mile past the border the truck went around a bend and slowed down. This was the location where they would pickup Clyde and Bull Porter.
Alex pulled out the Motorola again and transmitted, “Sierra Delta four to Sierra Delta seven, Op three two terminated. Move to pickup point.”
Again the response from Bull Porter was immediate, “Sierra Delta four, be advised, green Nissan pickup truck, one mile out, headed in your direction.”
This is kind of odd, I’ve never seen any vehicles on this road before, thought Vicky.
Before Alex could answer, Sergeant Bull Porter transmitted on the Motorola handheld again, “Be advised, vehicle has increased speed. Now moving very fast. Binoculars reveal weapons.”
Vicky was surprised at how quickly Alex responded. It was more instinctive than anything else. She pulled out two SIG 551 compact carbines from her bag, opened their skeletonized folding butt stocks and shoved an ammo clip into each carbine.
She handed one of the weapons to Vicky. “On your back woman. Prepare for incoming.”
Vicky heard the distant gunfire immediately. It was getting louder and she heard the cracking of the rounds as they went over the top of their truck.
Then she felt the impact of the bullets as they broke the left window of the camper shell. The rounds were now coming through the body of the truck and she could see the puffs of dust as the bullets impacted just over her head.
“Put your arms down; now! On your back! Lie flat on the bed of the truck! Use the wood crate as a shield,” barked Alex.
But it was too late. Before she could lower her left arm, Vicky felt a sting on that forearm. She saw the blood but didn’t feel much pain.
Everything was surreal and time seemed to slow to a crawl. The noises from the incoming rounds were very loud, almost deafening.
I’ve been hit and should be scared. Vicky thought.
She turned and looked at Alex who seemed to have fire in her eyes. Alex reached for Vicky, gently patted her arm which was now covered with blood and said, “Be strong woman! It’s come to Jesus time.”
Brook’s timing was perfect. The green truck came by the side of their vehicle and as it passed, Alex jumped up and kicked out the back window of their Toyota truck’s camper shell.
Vicky was surprised when she found herself next to Alex leaning over the tailgate with her weapon pointed at the departing green Nissan truck. She couldn’t remember how she had gotten into that position.
Alex barked again, “I’ve got the driver. You take out the guy on shotgun.”
The truck’s occupants were surprisingly close but they couldn’t shoot over their shoulders as they departed. Vicky felt her training kick-in; aim, squeeze trigger, quick three-round bursts, new sight alignment, squeeze trigger, more three-round bursts.
She had emptied her ammunition clip in less than a minute. Alex handed her another.
Everything continued to move in slow motion…
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